Ritual - Palm South University

He smooths his dark thumbs over my wrists, his eyes that are usually so intense, soft and vulnerable now.

“This might be our last chance to spend some real, quality time together before life gets even crazier than it already is.”

My heart melts into a puddle right there on the floorboard of his expensive ass car, and I lean over the console, kissing him long and hard.

“Let’s go to the Bahamas,” I whisper between kisses. “You’re right. Everything else can wait.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around me until he’s pulling me into his lap. I squeal and laugh, but then my next breath is stolen by the erection growing in his slacks.

“This would be a lot easier on the yacht,” I say, rubbing the seam of my leggings against his hard-on.

“Maybe,” he says, sucking on my bottom lip and releasing it with a pop. His lips trail down my neck as my head rolls back. “But these windows are tinted, and you’re sexy when you say I’m right.”

I bark out a laugh that’s stolen with another kiss, knowing tinted windows or not, if anyone walks by, they’ll know what’s going on in here. I have yet to be fucked by Mr. Church without screaming out his name a time or two.

“How long has it been since you fucked me?” I ask, slipping my hand between us and gripping his cock hard.

He groans, flexing into my fist through the fabric of his slacks. “Too long.”

It’s only been a week, but I agree with the sentiment, and both of us lose our ability to go slow and take our time with foreplay. Instead, I lift up on my knees just enough to unfasten the button on his slacks and slide the zipper down, then I’m yanking down on his pants and briefs together. He lifts his hips to help me, and as soon as his shaft is free, I turn into a trapeze artist.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brandon asks with a smirk when I start flipping upside down. I pause long enough to peel off my leggings, and then I’m ass up, face down, with my pussy in his face and my arms straddling his thighs.

I don’t have to answer his question with words. Instead, I take the tip of him in my mouth, slowly at first, just enough to swirl my tongue and get him wet. He groans, palming my ass cheeks with both hands before smacking them hard.

I yelp, taking him all the way in my throat, and then I’m rewarded with a lash of his tongue on my clit.

It’s not easy, balancing on my forearms in what is practically a yoga inversion with my legs straddled around his face, but Brandon holds onto my thighs and ass, taking his share of the weight and making it easier for me to focus on getting him off.

It’s been a year now since I met this man, since he stole my breath away in the elevator at Okay, Cool and then I spent months trying to avoid him, trying not to give in to his devilish stare and sexy confidence.

But I was a goner from the first time I laid eyes on him, since the first time he laid eyes on me.

And I was a fool to ever think otherwise.

“Goddamn, Ashlei,” he groans, flexing his hips until his cock bulges in my throat. I do everything to keep from gagging, letting him hold himself there for a long time before he withdraws. Then, he’s assaulting my pussy with his tongue, his fingers, burying his face between my thighs.

My legs shiver and quake around him, and when he circles my clit time and time again with his tongue, working it in rhythm with his fingers inside me, I have to take a break from sucking his dick. I have to just hold myself up and let everything else go as an explosion of fire and stars invade my vision, all the blood rushing to where his tongue drives me to climax.

I rock my hips against his mouth, and his free hand grabs my ass and pulls me into him, letting me know he can take it. Each new wave of my orgasm hits harder than the last, and I ride his face until I’m spent, until I’m nothing but a mess of shallow breath and trembling muscles.

When I’m done, Brandon hits a button that sends his seat back a little farther. Then, he leans it back and flips me over in a complicated tangle of limbs until he’s on top of me and I’m half bent over the console, half bent over his seat.

Without a chance to catch my breath, he slides inside me from behind, stealing my next breath with the raw sensation of being filled after just climaxing so fucking hard.